Treasure Island

The Silent Sword

(April 2,1997)

A Place I Call Home


How much I've grown
In this place I've known,
A wonderful place, a place called Home.

How all we've changed,
In looks and names.
How I wished for all that came.

Coming of age,
I turn the page,
Melting through this iron cage.

Let me run,
For I am done,
Now I hate what has become.

Let me leave,
Let me live,
Let me flee all that we did.

Here I find,
Souls denied.
Heavy whispers haunt my mind.

A place of woe,
A place of foes,
A horrid place, a place called home....

Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I want to leave this place.
Tainted and torn,
when I leave,

I'm not returning.

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